The Terrifying Sound of Slicing Onions.

They haunt me.

Photo by mayu ken on Unsplash

I am terrified by the sound of onions being chopped. It isn’t a rational or responsible reaction. This vegetable is a source of goodness in the world. The aroma in its translucent, sauteed form is welcoming and homey.

An onion, by itself, is inspirational. But if I hold one in my hand it unleashes a torrent of want. The sound of a knife slicing…